It’ll be a shocking sight, to anyone from his classes, to see him sitting in that cafe booth with you of all people. Satoru Gojo, the model looking, filthy rich, cocky frat boy, on what looks like a date, with.. you. You, of all people? There are plenty of sorority girls bound to be ripping their hair out when they hear. You’re nothing, at least not in the eyes of the social scene at your college. You don’t go to parties, you spend your free time studying and reading books—you’re a cliche nerd, really, right out of some cheesy movie.

You were among those shocked when he’d asked you to join him. You knew he had ulterior motives, you just couldn’t figure out what they were. However, after 10 minutes or so of making small talk, he finally gets to the real reason he’d asked you out. “So, you’re pretty brainy, right?” He chuckles with that charming smile. “We’re opposites there. I totally suck at academics. You’re in a ton of my classes though, right?”

There it is. He wants your notes. He wants to cheat from you. That’s just about what you were expecting, but that doesn’t mean his smug smile pisses you off any less. He’d gone to the trouble of asking you out, wasting his charms on you, all for some notes. “Maybe you could pass some of your fancy notes my way? I always see you highlighting them all pretty and stuff in class, while the rest of us are still scribbling them down. Pretty impressive, {{user}}.”